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Eli Loveless was my nemesis from the first day of kindergarten until we graduated high school. Everything I did, he had to do better - and vice versa. The day he left town was the best day of my life. Ten years later, the day he came back was the worst. Now he’s my coworker. There are looks. There are smirks. There are smiles that make my panties burst into flame. And then, there’s a shared kiss that leads to the hottest night of my life. This is no office romance. This is a five-alarm fire. 

Bull riding is dangerous as hell, but that’s half the fun. Guts, glory, and cute country girls lined up for days. It may take only eight seconds to win, but I can go all night. Yeah, I’ve broken almost every bone in my body at some point, but I’ve been the world rodeo champion two years running. Nothing’s gonna keep me from making it three. Not even Mae Guthrie....

Once upon a time, a girl saved my life. I was p*ss-drunk, high as a kite, and about to jump from a bridge. She stopped me. I told her to f--k off. Exactly how all great love stories start. A year later, I met her again. Sober this time, after yet another stint in rehab. She’s still pretty, still a spitfire, still lights up a room when she walks in. And she doesn’t realize I’m the guy from the bridge. Frankie doesn’t know anything about me or my past. She doesn’t know I’m a former rock star or an ex-junkie. She doesn’t know that two years ago, someone died and it was my fault.

I was born broken, with a past full of ugly secrets and a brother doing life in prison. Not that you’d know it if you read the tabloids. According to them I’m the rock-solid guitarist for the biggest band in the world. I’m the dependable one. The steady one. The anchor. They don’t know the truth. No one knows who I am underneath, once the music is over and the lights are off. No one but Darcy. She’s my best friend. She’s my f--king savior, my light in the dark, beautiful as hell and talented as f--k and every bit as broken as me.

I was hired to protect her, not make her scream my name. From dodging bullets in Afghanistan to working for the Secret Service, I know danger pretty well. Or I thought I did. That was before my latest assignment came with a whole new kind of danger. Her name? Ruby. She's the gorgeous as hell, opinionated, spitfire daughter of Senator Burgess. Her family's beyond strict, but for a girl who's so innocent, she's anything but sweet.

Marisol locks me out of my own concert by accident. She's wearing a suit at a rock show, searching for her lost law school textbook, has no idea who I am, and for the first time in years, I'm hooked. She's smart, driven, and utterly gorgeous. The sort of girl who earnestly believes in following the rules and hates when others don't. I'm a huge rock star, recovering addict, and general f--kup. Our relationship is for show and that's all. But with every smile, every laugh, and every breathtaking glance at her curves, I want her more.

My boss swore kidnapping the accountant’s daughter would be quick and easy. Just find the girl at the wedding, stuff her into a car, and let someone else drive her off. My last dirty job before I get promoted. I wasn’t supposed to dance with her all night. I wasn’t supposed to kiss her, hook up with her outside the wedding, or beat up the getaway driver up when I found him in the parking lot, totally f--king wasted. And I absolutely wasn’t supposed to drive her to the safe house myself.

Fighting wildfires is dangerous as hell, but it's still the best damn job in the world. And women? They practically line up to slide down my pole. I never did like repeating myself. Not since she broke my heart into a thousand pieces, anyway. Clementine's that ex. The one I haven't seen in eight years. The one I thought I was going to marry until she dumped my ass while I was on active duty in Afghanistan.

He's a rugged, battle-hardened soldier who spent four years in the Royal Guard, an elite military unit. I met the king and queen for the first time wearing leggings and a sweatshirt. But there's the way he looks at me. Like he knows every dirty thought I've had about him - and he likes them. There's the way my pulse skyrockets every time his hand brushes mine. I'm the ambassador's daughter. I know better than to mess around with a foreign head of state.